“AAAUUUGGGHHUUAAAGGHHHH!”
Beau instantly shot upwards, hands clenched into fists, teeth bared and ready for battle before her mind had even awoken.
Then she glanced down and saw a little goblin staring nervously back up at her. A pair of enormous yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness.
“Nott?” she hissed. “Nott, what the fuck?”
Around them, the rest of the Mighty Nein had jolted into consciousness as well. But upon realizing that there was no threat, they all sighed, muttered irritably to themselves, and returned to their bedrolls in tired exasperation.
“Sorry,” Nott whispered, though she did not sound it. “Was that too much?”
Beau sat down on her sleeping bag and ran a hand through her hair. It hung loosely around her shoulders.
“That depends,” she grumbled. “What the fuck were you tryin’ to do?”
I love this.
The Universe Is A Figment Of Its Own Imagination 